Thank you.I am awkward,so this will not be smooth.But that's ok,you already know.

You know aboutsing Hamilton in the snow(or screaming it till or noses burnedand our eyes teared),yet laughing all the way up the hill.

You know aboutwriting at the lunch table,little bits of genius,read aloud to each other.Stealing that blue notebookthat contained beautiful art,grabbing pieces of lined paperthat spilled truths and words.

You know aboutear splitting concerts,hilarious soccer games,embarrassing school dances,failed games of kick the bucket,and much more.

(Wow.We've fit a lot into a year, haven't we?)

But you don't knowabout how I laugh at random times at home,reliving memories,or staying up late working on artwork,in the hope you'll like it.Or how I'm sitting here now,trying to describe,my amazing,creative,kind,friends.

Discussion

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Hazel.C.

Dec 27, 2017

I love your kind, honest voice in this poem, and the specific events you describe in order to describe your friends. The “you know about” structure shows that these are the people you relate to, that understand you, which seems a main theme of this piece. It’s great that you took the time to appreciate them, creating a heartwarming read in the process :)

~Hazel

nean_bean

Dec 27, 2017

Icestorm, this is beautiful. You know you've read (or seen) a piece of art when you're speechless--I'm speechless. I really don't know what to say, except that this is utterly amazing. Thank you for writing this.

Dec 30, 2017

exactly, nean_bean

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion"- Albert Camus

BloodMoon825

Jan 01, 2018

I looked down at the comments before writing this and now I realize I shouldn't have done that. I did because I had no idea what to say. This poem has no words to describe it, because I can see how you wrote it, deeply. Thank you, Icestorm, for leaving me speechless.